... Things to say
| 27. J.A.R.B - Cheating mother nature? | 26. J.A.R.B - Memories and change | 25. J.A.R.B - Dear diary, I have found myself... | 24. J.A.R.B - When a hero dies | 23. J.A.R.B - Three Day Road | 22. J.A.R.B - Rewards and Struggles | 21. J.A.R.B - Lies | 20. J.A.R.B - Three Day Road | 19. J.A.R.B - Quotes - Few and far between | 18. J.A.R.B - Friends | Current
- “Most are deathly afraid of pain, of prolonged suffering, even more than they are scared of death”
- “When inside the tent, the dark’s like what a womb must feel like, the air close and hot and the universe feeling endless even when you stretch up your hand and touch the roof.”
- “We never talk of home. It is too far away.”
- “He cannot speak to me yet, and so I decide, here on the river, that I will speak to him. In this way maybe his tongue will loosen some. Maybe some of the poison that courses through him might be released in this way. Words are all I have left now. I’ve lived alone so long that I realize I’m starved to talk. And so, as I paddle gently with the river, I talk to him, tell him about my life.”
25 January, 2006 13:12
